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In the land of Blighty
He stood amongst the great and mighty
Each one was a gallant volunteer
Each, a life that was so very dear
A lad so young in his years
But a man in many ways
About his age he was untrue
But it was what he wanted to do
He had heard all the stories
All about the gallant glories
He just couldn’t wait any more
He just wanted his piece of war
They all went to fight a war
So there would never be any more
But was their fight to be in vain
For it happened again and again
He always wanted to be a foot soldier
But destined to get no older
A young man lay amongst the mud
Slowly losing his life’s blood
He slowly drifted into deep sleep
His soul rose up for the angels to keep
We now remember the deeds that were done
Along with all who fell, we thank you son. |
